I followed him to a room that had a table in it. Nothing like the one when I had my hair removed. It was all metal and looked cold. He did throw a bla...ket on it before he had me get on it. Once up on it, I laid on my back and was ready to have me marked forever.He said, “Will I have to tie you down? Can’t have you moving any at all or it will mess up the ink and it may hurt you.”I said, “No, I won’t move. I am one tough cunt, so let’s get this done. I’m getting hungry and would love to get home. ." NO!" I said forcefully. "Can't I be a normal woman? Young and pretty isfine, but still I need to be able to go out in public and I don't want todo that looking like a freakish cartoon."Simone stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the raspberry. "Fine, youparty pooper. But it's late Sunday now and the salon doesn't open againuntil Tuesday, so we can still have a little fun, can't we?" she asked."Actually, I think I'm going to have to go out and buy you some clotheswhen the stores open. But Chuck told her not to share much with anybody, including her kids and the brother she was living with, and she actually thought she was working for a private detective. He had an office and everything, and he had files and she saw them. And she saw clients. And Chuck was a people person, with the gift of gab. And he complimented her and bought her things. And she bought it all because Chuck was a con man, and he conned her.You see, Chuck had come up with what he thought of as the ultimate. * The young Polish girl swept the whips, vibrators, anal plugs and nipple clips off the table, and then pushed it across the room, until it was under the window high up near the rafters, and climbing up onto the table reached up and pushed with all her might at the frame until hearing it creak it moved open enough for her to be able to crawl through. Looking around the room for something else to raise her up high enough to climb through the now open space, she saw the wooden chair that only.